My husband and I went to dinner last night. I had just done an impression of someone (I forget who) and it was really good. Except that Esteban didn’t even blink. And I was like ‘You don’t even appreciate my (whomever) impression!’ He replied, ‘You’re right. I didn’t. I think I’m just stunned by its […]
Fall is definitely in the air this weekend. At one point, I found myself scrounging through Esteban’s sock drawer for his big grey man socks (which he never wears because I’m usually wearing them, however, they are so big and bulky that they take up half the drawer, while my sock drawer space is precious, […]
I have been wiped out all week. Part of it has to do with the fact that it’s my monthly exhausted time (and by the way, THANK YOU Ms. Uterus for timing my two day window of PMS and zits for the one event of the year where my speckles and under eye circles are […]
This is supposed to be a big entry full of linky squee, but I just. Can’t. Do. It. I even took the short-cut of grabbing all of the html code off the Journalcon attendees page. So Journalcon. Sigh. At t-minus 5 hours to departure, I was freaking out. I mean, more than my normal pre-trip […]
Saturday, August 21, 2004
Quick update from Journalcon It is hot like the surface of the sun here. And also raining. It’s like a tropical rainforest, except instead of trees, there are ugly government buildings. I’ve been forced to make several wardrobe changes throughout the day, just to keep from wilting. Ok, I came planning to make wardrobe changes, […]
It was an insane shopping weekend. Insane shopping weekends make me happy, because really, as an adult, there really isn’t something akin to the plastic toy inside a cereal box kind of joy anymore (if you don’t count sex, of course, which isn’t really a joy but rather an itch that you can’t reach and […]
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Since I seem to be the only person to know which day is garbage day (It is Wednesday, in case you have the urge to stop by my house and be handy), I had officially gotten sick of making several trips up and down the driveway carrying bags of garbage before I scurry off to […]
It is August 1996. I am involved in a summer independent poetry workshop along with two classmates who are also beginning their senior year in the English major, Nate and Larry. It will give us three credits for summer and also give us fodder for the Distinction in the Major honor. Nate, with his tribal […]
On Thursday, Esteban and I were driving home from a failed attempt to purchase a media storage unit that was not a)fugly b)constructed using pictures of wood and some other material that costs two cents c)too small or d)more than $500. Our biggest dilemma is that I don’t want to see the DVDs from where […]
Wednesday, August 4, 2004
Last Friday was a crazy wacky kind of day. (This just in’ after a day of walking around in my loafers sans socks, my bare feet smell like some kind of strong German beer, perhaps a sauer kraut beer tailor-made for dunking pumpernickel bread into’ mmmm. And my toes are painted sparkly blue so they […]
